Quotes About Perception

They never look very big on the table, the bodies. It's built to accommodate the largest frames, there's that. And they're naked. But it's something else. That parcel of the being called the soul-weighing twenty-one grams, according to the experiments of the American doctor Duncan MacDougall-takes up a surprising amount of space, like aloud voice. In its absence, the body seems to shrink

Readers will easily recognize the cover of a book they've read, but in a cafe that man over there, is that...is that...well, it's hard to tell - doesn't he have long hair? - oh, he's gone.

At one point I turned to the French language, which gave me the gender of all things. But to no satisfaction. I would readily agree that trucks and murders were masculine while bicycles and life were feminine. But how odd that a breast was masculine. And it made little sense that garbage was feminine while perfume was masculine — and no sense at all that television, which I would have deemed repellently masculine, was in fact feminine. When

On occasion we say to ourselves, panting, 'Gosh, life is racing by.' But that's not it at all, it's the contrary: life is still. It is we who are racing by.

One such time I left town and on my way back, at a point where the land was high and I could see the sea to my left and down the road a long ways, I suddenly felt I was in heaven. The spot was in fact no different from when I had passed it not long before, but my way of seeing it had changed.

We believe what we see.'...What do you do when you're in the dark?

Just beyond the ticket booth Father had painted on a wall in bright red letters the question: DO YOU KNOW WHICH IS THE MOST DANGEROUS ANIMAL IN THE ZOO? An arrow pointed to a small curtain. There were so many eager, curious hands that pulled at the curtain that we had to replace it regularly. Behind it was a mirror. (1.8.4)

You will always see less as you grow older, otherwise you would not want to go on.

I look at his bloodshot eyes and wonder if it affects what he sees, everything covered by a veil of red lace that his hands can't ever lift.

La vie est un apprentissage permanent ; plus on croit savoir, moins on sait, tant les choses changent et avec elles les mentalités.

If you haven't lost your mind yet, that's because you haven't seen very much.

Sarà per via dell'Antrios, sarà stato l'acquisto dell'Antrios?... No... Il male viene da molto più lontano... Viene dal giorno in cui hai usato, senza un briciolo di ironia, il termine decostruzione, riferendoti a un oggetto d'arte. E non è stato il termine decostruzione a irritarmi, ma la gravità con cui l'hai pronunciato. Lo hai detto, amico mio, con solennità, con convinzione, senza la minima ironia: decostruzione .

When a woman starts fussing over some physical defect, deny, deny, deny. Particularly if she says, "Tell me the truth.

Most of the people I meet, including my daughter, have only the most trivial grasp of time.

I hate the enthusiasm of the masses for beauty.

La complexité humaine ne se réduit à aucun principe de causalité.

Un des effets du dérèglement sentimental est que plus rien ne glisse. Tout devient signe, tout est matière à décryptage.

People we no longer love no longer carry any credit with us and everything they do seems artificial.

Like a number of people who resemble him, over time Arthur concocted himself a persona of the modern man with his panoply of noble attitudes, his frenzied openmindedness, and his pact with mediocrity.

The woman was silent, her eyes on the floor. Shimamura had come to a point where he knew he was only parading his masculine shamelessness, and yet it seemed likely enough that the woman was familiar with the failing and need not be shocked by it. He looked at her. Perhaps it was the rich lashes of the downcast eyes that made her face seem warm and sensuous. She shook her head very slightly, and again a faint blush spread over her face.

The rich eyelashes again made him think that her eyes were half open.

El tiempo corre de la misma manera para todos los seres humanos; pero todo ser humano flota de distinta manera en el tiempo.

What I believe to be memories are probably daydreams. Still, my own sentimentality yearns for them as if they were the truth, suspect or twisted though they may be. I have forgotten that they were stories I heard from another and feel an intimacy with them as if they were my own direct memories -from Oil

Your ears are lovely, he said, but there's a kind of eerie beauty to your profile.